i see the happy families,
friends,
wifes,
daughters,
mothers,
fathers,
sons,
husb­ands.

everyone with someone.

they frame their perfect lives drowned by the frames of the unhappy.

sitting here in my field.
waiting,
watching,
the bugs crawl by.

they scream a harsh laugh my way,
out of my mind i laugh back,
at myself.

again.

because of how stupid i was to believe it all.
the love,
lies,
everything.
the joke,
no reason why you shouldve kept it going but to tell me in an adult manner,

not this.
this way.
this hurt,
is un-worthy.

it should be stronger,

so i dont fall for it again.

sitting here in my field.
with those flowers.
in that gorgeous manner.

proper,
inwhich you are not.

yet neither am i.

telling me all the things i did wrong,
will teach me,

it hurts.

but helps.

in some manner...again,

yet i still day dream
sitting here in this field.
thinking of everything...

you.
it.
her.

their jokes.
their lies as well as yours.

and my own pathetic needs/wants/beliefs/happenings.

you make me angry.
you make me spit,

but i  have a power,
and with that little bit,

i can push you away
with the wink of an eye.

never to repeat what happened.

On my own island.
i sit on the golden sand.
as the pink, sun,sets into the blue ocean.
and the green and tan palms blow carefree in the slight breeze.

and the ocean waves,
crash,
crash,
   crash.

and i get sprayed with the sea salt.

my brown hair whips in my face as i rise up.
my blue eyes skanning the horizon.
my frail body tense.

and i walk,
to the ocean.

i dive into the tropical underland.
i stay there for an hour or two.
talking with the fish,
about the economy.

and when i am up to the land again.
i sit back in the chair as,
the sun rises on the otherside,
and the breeze is slightly harder,

yet the sun feels good,
on my bare skin,
as i sit on that island.

waiting for a rescue boat to come.

now is the time to paint that pretty picture in your head again,
                                            the one with rainbows,
                                                   creeks,
                                                       and butterflies.

  so when you face the reality,
                                           your ready for the lies,
                                                   war,
                                                         and hate.

                                              for the world.

eyes closed,
face to the sky
  watching the world go by,
you make your second wish,
on your third shooting star.

when you were born,
    you were crying when everyone around you was smiling,
live your life so when you die,
   your smiling and everyone around you is crying.